Drop ya favorite tupac Quote or verse or lyric

[Danktoker94]

Imma start with one of my favorite rhymes by PAC) We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin', that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow (

 

[Infamous45]

''That's why i fukked yo' bytch, you fat motherfukker.''

 

[KENNY DA COOKER]

"Everyone kissing azz to go to heaven aint going
Our dumb azzes probably in HELL and dont even know it"

 

[Taadow]

First thing that came to mind...

"So why not take all of me?
Because I LOVE to be The Nicca No One Else Has The BALLS to be..."

 

[Danktoker94]

First thing that came to mind...

"So why not take all of me?
Because I LOVE to be The Nicca No One Else Has The BALLS to be..."

 

[pointproven214]

My family tree, consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers
Strugglin, known to hustle screamin fukk they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
nikkaz, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two
Know, nikkaz gon' hate you for whatever you do
Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B.
That's Money Over bytches, cause they breed envy
Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies
Keep yo', enemies close nikka, watch yo' homies
It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying rules
Now papa ain't around, so I gotta recall
or come to grips with bein on my enemy's wall (rest in peace)
Promised if I have a seed, I'ma guide him right
Dear Lord don't let me die tonite
I got words for my comrades, listen and learn
Ain't nuttin free, give back what you earn, no doubt
Gettin higher than a motherfukker, blessed and pleased
This Thug Life'll be the death of me, c'mon, yeah

 

[Kyle C. Barker]

Every verse on heaven got a ghetto

 

[Cadillac]

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the nikka you facing
We must be patient nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfukkers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bytch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
but thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm activating your souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
you, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fukking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat

Allow me to introduce first
Makaveli the Don
Spirits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
nikkas get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol closing hands
Swollen Pockets
Let me introduce the topic
Then we drop it
Expose Snakes 'cuz they breath freely
See me ride
Located world wide
Like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is shytty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me

 

[Danktoker94]

They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
Cocked on these suckas, time to die
Even as a youngster causin' ruckus on the back of the bus
I was a fool all through high school kickin' up dust
But now I'm labelled as a trouble maker who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless rollin' down the freeway swervin, don't worry
I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry
Maybe if they tried to understand me, what should I do?
I had to feed my fukkin' family, what else could I do
But be a thug
Out slangin' with the homies
fukk hangin' with them phonies in the club
Got my mind on danger never been a stranger to homicide my cities full of gang bangers and homicides

 

[KravenMorehead™]

And it's no way i could pay you back
but my plan is to show you that I understand
you are appreciated

 

[Gangstar8]

who shot ya, huh. Who knows but they gotcha. Unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh. Maybe next time keep your head up

 

[Farrinto]

Sometimes I hate when brothas act up
I hit the weed then I proceed to blow the track up
For young nikkas

 

[Da_Eggman]

Allow me to introduce first {*gunshot fires*} Makaveli the Don
Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like the holy Qu'Ran
nikkaz get shook like 5-0
My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride, for survival
Money makin plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets
Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it
Expose snakes cause they breath freely, see me ride?
Located world wide like the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shytty
Born on a dopefiend's titty.. huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw nikkaz down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene nikkaz duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fukkin nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down to die for yours
Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em
Cut 'em down.. to Hell is where we send 'em
My whole team, trained to explode ride or die
Murder motherfukkers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bytch nikka eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)

Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these nikkaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nikka when I find you
Weak motherfukkers don't deserve to breathe
How many nikkaz down to die for me? Yeahh-yeayy!
West coast ridah, comin right behind ya
Should've never fukked wit meeee
I want money hoes sex and weeeed
I wont rest till my road dawgs freeee, bomb first!

 

[Big Mel]

I'm Ron Con, I will shave you girl. I do what I do to save the world and save the whales



Moke Da Gawd

 

[Yehuda]

Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watching time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we're scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "nikka, get paid!"